May The Best Man Win. (Draco x Reader x Harry x Fred) *COMPLETED*

Plot Twist.

After an afternoon of boring History Of Wizardry class and hanging out with the trio, you head over to the Slytherin common room to read. You enter and see four people. Ugh four people who you despise strongly. Crabbe. Goyle. Parkinson. Malfoy. Ugh. "L/N." Malfoy greets, motioning his head for you to come over. You raise your eyebrow and walk over. "Will you PLEASE tell Parkinson I am NOT her boyfriend?" He pleaded. You glare at him. "And why should I after you insult my friend?" You spit at him. "Well aren't you his girlfriend? That's what he told me." Parkinson said, looking at her nails snobbishly. "Um..... EXCUSE ME HE WHAT?!" You burst. "So it's not true. I knew he was too good for you." She replied. You place one hand on your hip and snap with the other. "And he's not for you?" You ask sassily. How freaking dare she. If it weren't Unforgivable you would cast the Crucio curse on her. "No he's perfect for me." She states cockily. If there was anyone you hate more than Malfoy, it was Parkinson. "I could get Malfoy if I wanted to, Parkinson." You say in between gritted teeth. "She's right, she could." He says from behind you. You turn to face him with an expression that mixes confusion and slight fear. "Um what?" "Well yeah, you're smart, beautiful, a pureblood, Slytherin, sarcastic, funny, perfect really. I don't know why I've spent all this time fighting with you and not snogging you." He smirks. You scoff. "Malfoy I could get you if I wanted to but you have no chance with me." You state, getting all up in Malfoy's face as Crabbe and Goyle back up a bit. Obviously you've made an impression on them because they're more afraid of you than they are of Malfoy. "I have every chance  with you." He smirks and looks deep into your eyes. Damn it! You've always had a weakness for eyes and Malfoy's are just ughhhhhh. "I hate to break up this heart felt moment but bitch lay off my freaking boyfriend." Parkinson says from behind you. You look at her, then Malfoy and smirk as if to say "sorry, you're on your own". "Well I guess that's my cue to leave oh and" - you interrupted yourself by punching Malfoy in the face. Hard, you might add. "Bye." You say sweetly and wave at him. You decide to go read out by the little pond. 

As you're walking out of the castle you bump into someone and fall down the stairs. "Owwww!" You groan, rubbing the back of your head where a stair hit it. "Merlin's beard! Y/N are you alright?!" You hear from the top of the stairs. You hear someone run at you and help you up. It's Harry. "Oh hi Harry, yeah I'm fine. Thanks." You say. "Hi. And no problem, it's my fault you were there anyways." He replies. "Where are you going?" He adds, pointing to your book. "Oh I was going to a little pond not 10 minutes from here, wanna come?" You invite him, which he gladly comes. "I'm really sorry by the way, I'm such a klutz." He apologizes. "Oh Harry don't worry, I've been hurt worse than that." You reply, looking down. "What do you mean? How could you be hurt more than falling down concrete stairs? You're only 11." He ask, confused. "Long story. So I punched Malfoy. Partly for insulting Hermione and partly for telling Pansy Parkinson I was his girlfriend." You say, changing the subject. You two arrive at the pond just as he exclaims "HE WHAT!" You chuckle. "Those were my exact words when I found out, too." You sit under your tree and pull Harry down with you gently. "And then he went on to complement me; you're smart, funny, beautiful, Slytherin, pureblood, perfect really." You mimic Malfoy. "Well he's not wrong, you are pretty perfect." Harry complements, blushing like mad and looking down. "I know right." You say and flip your hair. He chuckles. Your humour always seems to get you out of awkward situations. "You're quite awesome yourself, Mr. Potter." You complement back. "I know right." He mimics, flipping his imaginary long hair. You burst out laughing and hit your head on the tree. "Ouch. Does the earth have something against my head today? Bloody hell." You mumble. Harry gently puts your head on his shoulder and rubs where you hit it softly. It feels so nice you almost fall asleep. "Harry, I mean it though, you're kind and gentle and clever and you have really nice eyes." You whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace of this place after that long pause of silence. "Thank you, I've never been complemented on my appearance before..." He says, turning his head to look at you. "Well your hair is a bit gruffy but other than that, yeah, you're pretty good looking." You say, looking him up and down. He slightly blushes and smiles at you. "And your good personality and smart brain is a plus." You add. "You're too good for Malfoy." He states, going back to your previous conversation. "If only that were true. I'm no better than him." You say. "It is! Would he have saved Neville earlier? No. Would he punch you out if you said something really nasty to Crabbe? No. Plus, you're smarter and are actually brave and don't live off of your fath-" He cut himself off, realizing you don't have a father. You look down and nod slightly. "Y/N, I'm so sorry! I don't have one either and that makes me sad as well! Um I have chocolate, want chocolate?" He asks, trying to make you feel better. You smile and giggle. "Harry you are the cutest thing." "What do you mean?" "I mean, you're sensitive and you try and make me feel better after saying something wrong while trying to make me feel better." You explain, looking up and at him. "You're cuter." He said and- wait- he- he kissed you?